VAGRANT VERSE
GARDEN INCIDENT
The noon enameled bees Beset the passive But say no more of this. The green chameleons hiss. The pool is brimming over.
Through yew interstices Deer foaj with coral eyes Stand carven in surprise. The hound that runs alone Has turned himself to stone. The urns upon the wall That let the water fall Have whispered, dripped desisted. The basin that was wide Has narrowed on a side, The marble edge has twisted. Across its broken lip The burnished fishes slip; A black and golden gush Flares out into a brush That streaks the. stone with sun. Soon, now, this will be done. The dark' lagooh will dry And give the leaning sky Its deepest word to guess The full of emptiness.
Soon, now, this will be done. Chameleons will be grey. The deer will go away. The lonely hound will run. —George O’Neill, in “The White Rooster.”
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Southland Times, Issue 21090, 23 May 1930, Page 6
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152VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 21090, 23 May 1930, Page 6
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